The cup of coffee you thought was tea,
The endless abyss you thought was a pit,
Taken for granted cause you thought it’s free,
You’re so full of yourself you piece of shit,

That’s me you’re taking advantage off,
That’s me who you’ll never really know,
You thought you figured me out and scoffed,
Well my friend, you were just an audience at a show,

Not ever was I fooled by your false pretense,
I just thought that all you needed was time,
But then you got carried away with your sinister plans,
Your foolishness, idiocy and amentia is sublime!

Open your eyes and take a look around,
You’re a prisoner of your own charades,
I am beyond you, our differences are profound,
One day, you’ll realize that in life, you can’t masquerade.

Author's Note: i've got no idea where all that came from. really. it just came out very spontaneously. whoosh. the words kept spilling out. to be truthful, i am unsure who this poem is directed to. however, i can easily come up with various names. it's a common happenstance where a good person is easily taken advantage off. tell me, how is a person supposed to be generous *not in the monetary sense* when everyone's a potential masked asshole?

and well, i'd like to dedicate this to a friend of mine, Yvonne, who's celebrating her birthday today. the 16th of September. I'm quite sure she feels the same way as i do in this poem. misunderstood, taken advantage off, yet proud as ever.

comments dudes/dudettes! comments!

Labels: Seasons of September

Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.